The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Ming Beilin was hung in the cell, and blood kept oozing from the scars on his face.

The door opened, and Ruo Xiangsi approached him with a whip soaked in salt water. Ming Beilin smiled and said in a weak voice: "It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance. Ruo Xiangsi, you are not worthy of your majesty."

The whip landed on his back, leaving another scar. Ruo Xiangsi lifted his chin and said, "People who talk too hard will never have a good ending."

"You are not worthy of Your Majesty!"

"This mouth has never said anything I like to hear, so there's no need to keep the tongue any longer."

The maid handed over a shiny dagger, and Ming Beilin smiled: "Even if you cut my tongue and sealed my mouth, you are not worthy of Your Majesty. You will never be as good as Gui Nan."

After coming out of the dungeon, it was already bright. Ruo Xiangsi wiped the blood off her hands and the people around her reminded her that today was the first day of the new year.

"I have to go and see those lowly mortals again. It's so disgusting."

In order to maintain her image as a saint, she would bring some food to visit the lower-class mortals on the first day of every month. Nowadays, the mortals are living in misery and cannot get enough food under the oppression of the demons. The grace of the saint has become their salvation. They are grateful to the saint from the bottom of their hearts, but they forget that the saint is also one of the masterminds behind their fate.

"Thank you, Saint Sister." A little girl handed her the candy in her hand and thanked her. Ruo Xiangsi took the candy, touched her head, and smiled sweetly: "Thank you."

After returning to the camp, he immediately changed his clothes and asked someone to wash them: "I've been stained with that stench since I stayed here."

The candies in her clothes scattered on the ground and rolled for a few times. Her eyes stopped on the candy wrapper. There was a word "ink" written on the candy wrapper, and the handwriting was very familiar.

After asking around, I found out that there was a merchant at the west entrance who would come here to sell medicinal herbs at the end of every month. This person's whereabouts were very strange. He would come alone to sell medicine and only stay for three days. After three days, he would leave with some supplies. No one knew where he came from. At the end of last month, when he was selling medicine, he saw that the little girl was cute and gave her a bag of candy. The little girl was very grateful to the saint who was as kind as a god, and left all the candy that she was reluctant to eat for her.

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It was noon and the sun was shining brightly. Mo Qingge came to bring lunch to Mo Chu. When they went back, they were still being affectionate. She tiptoed and kissed his face like a dragonfly touching the water: "Come back early tonight. Mo Mo wants to eat fish."

"You want to eat fish, right?" Mo Chu scratched her nose lovingly, "Little Tiger said that Auntie Tiger made some cakes for you and will deliver them to you soon. Do you want to stay a little longer?"

"If I stay any longer, there will be no fish to eat tonight. I will go back to cook and wait for you to come back."

"Okay." Mo Chu reluctantly saw her out, his eyes following her as she left.

"They have been married for such a long time, and they are still inseparable." Hu Dan's father put the cakes on the table while carrying a hoe, and joked, "I am so envious."

"Of course not. A wife is meant to be loved." Mo Chu took the cake and turned around to hand him a bag of candy.

Looking at the words above, Hu Dan's father said, "Your handwriting is so beautiful. You must be a rich young man from a rich family. It must be hard for you to stay in this small village. I never thought about going back."

Mo Chushou was stunned: "I never thought about it, it's good here."

These days, he sometimes has a strange dream. In the dream, Mo Qingge is very cold to him. When he mentions it to Qingge, Qingge's expression becomes strange. If that dream is really his past, then he would rather never remember it. As long as he can be with Qingge, it doesn't seem to matter whether he has past memories or not.

A pregnant woman at the entrance of the village wanted to eat some sour candies, but her husband was taking care of her and couldn't leave. Mo Chu learned about this and kindly went to give her some candies.

At the door, Mo Qingge straightened his collar. The sky outside was getting darker and dark clouds were about to arrive.

"It's going to rain outside soon, come back early."

"Yeah." Mo Chu kissed her face lightly as usual, and then gently stroked her belly: "Mo Mo, stay with mother and wait for father to come back."

A long time after Mo Chu left, the wind began to blow outside. The wind was so strong that the branches were almost bent.

"It's going to rain soon." Mo Qingge looked at the strong wind outside and remembered that Mo Chu didn't bring an umbrella, so he took an oil-paper umbrella and ran out.

When we arrived at the small town, the usually lively and bustling crowd was now deserted. Some people went home because of the strong wind, but some doors of the houses were still open.

"Where have everyone gone?"

With an uneasy mood, Mo Qingge walked over. It finally started to rain heavily, and with the heavy rain came bloodstains all over the ground.

Hu Zi's mother was lying on the ground holding Hu Zi, surrounded by blood. The pregnant woman who was craving for acid was also lying in a pool of blood with her husband. A group of guards stood straight. In front of them, the man covered in blood and with a big hole dug out of his body lying at his feet was Hu Zi's father. He was the person she wanted to give the umbrella to.